Fiction

  • Owner’s Manual for Troubleshooting Love and Grief

    Owner’s Manual for Troubleshooting Love and Grief

    HE MET HER AT THE BUTCHER’S SHOP where she lined up behind him alongside the counter, waiting to pay. “That’s definitely a new one,” she said. “Buying pastry at the meat store?” Cradling his blueberry Danish, Joel wondered if he was being ridiculed. When he turned around, her glossy lips curved into a warm smile.…

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  • The Page Turner

    The Page Turner

    I WENT TO THE PIANIST’S DEBUT at Franklin Hall, the most prestigious hall in this town. He had recently moved to town, I read in the paper, as an artist-in-residency at the university’s music department which, while small, had a good reputation. Dressed in a tux with an open collar, he strode onto the stage…

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  • He Doesn’t Even Play Water Polo

    He Doesn’t Even Play Water Polo

    I’M SLIDING THE SCALE INTO MY BACKPACK and Kelly is looking at the bag of coke in her hand like it’s a crystal ball when I say, I guess there’s a snowstorm on the forecast, which isn’t remotely funny. I don’t even know why I said it. Kelly peeks at me over the baggie and…

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  • Time Trade

    Time Trade

    WE’RE AT A NEAR-EMPTY WINE BAR at Fifty-Second and Tenth. She takes off her hat when she sees me. Her hair’s gotten longer, and the static electricity makes her stray strands fly in wild directions. When I ask how she’s doing, she says, “Beware the Ides of March,” which comes across as rehearsed and very…

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  • Paperweight

    Paperweight

    THE WAX HAND ON FIONA’S DESK lies palm up across articles she’s ripped from magazines, leaflets for family days out, and to-do lists without everything ticked off. I’ve noticed that when the pile gets precariously untidy, Fiona bins the papers, and a new pile gradually grows. The fingers are slightly parted and cupped like they’re…

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  • Rimfire

    Rimfire

    TOMMY COBBLEDICK GOT A PELLET GUN for his tenth birthday. Danny Robertson got a pellet gun for his tenth birthday. And Patrick Thorpe – whose father owned the biggest pig farm in the county and was elected every four years to a township council seat on those grounds alone – got an honest to god…

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  • Sticky Stuff

    Sticky Stuff

    I FIRST ENCOUNTERED THE STICKY STUFF in a grocery store parking lot. I was just about to get in my car when I saw what I thought was a rather sizable chip in my windshield. That was a real problem because my car is old and foreign and, though it’s not a particularly desirable car…

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  • To Weigh a Ghost

    To Weigh a Ghost

    THE BOY HAD GOTTEN UP to look out the window five times in as many minutes when his father told him to sit still, he was making him nervous. So the boy, all knees and elbows and anxious energy, sat on his hands in a worn recliner and tried to think patient thoughts while he…

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  • Daybreak Laundry

    Daybreak Laundry

    THE SUN ALWAYS WINS. By November, the threat of hurricanes usually goes away in South Florida, and the monsoon gives way to a brief patch without the daily threat of rain. It wouldn’t be fair to call this period “autumn,” let alone “winter,” mostly out of respect for every other area in the country. It…

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  • The Sweater

    The Sweater

    I ONLY DECIDED TO GO AT THE LAST MINUTE. It had been a busy week and I didn’t much feel like capping it off with small talk, but Ava texted me at lunchtime to ask if I would please go with her, she really needed to get out of the house for an hour. We…

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